dark side of the moon; antonia

[Antonia]

Few thousand miles and an ocean away,
but I see the sunrise, just like the other day.

  His own laughter is deep and heavy - vibrating warmly against the curve of her ear, and one corner of her mouth is drawn up into a soft, but gleeful smile. There was so much more to the grumbling, stoic figure that stand at the edge of the shoreline, his dark eyes settled onto an unsettled sea while the tumultuous storm within stirs and rises – she had known it from the moment her golden gaze had settled upon him from on top of the bluff. There was something beneath the surface that lay bubbling and festering but whatever weight he carried seemed to slide with ease off his shoulders while in her presence, drifting out to the restless ocean with each pulling wave.

  As the rain flutters down from thick, rolling clouds, a shiver traverses down her spine, rivulets of precipitation trickling off the darkness of her skin and leaving her damp and gleaming beneath the pale light of a hazy storm. The sky rumbles with the soft promise of a thundering storm, and she is all too aware of the electricity crackling within the thick and heavy air, but as her own amber gaze touches with his own, the pitter-patter of her pounding heart only thrusts itself more fiercely against the confinement of its cage with the realization that the energy surging through the atmosphere has very little to do with the weather.

  He humors her with a soft and quiet murmuring of her own deep, unshakable love for the rainfall (and oh, how it is true – the humidity and the heat of a hot, stifling summer day is long gone, and in its place is the splendor of autumn and the monsoons that would follow – and she loved every moment of it). Yet, her mind has suddenly forgotten about the storm – about the darkness descending upon the isle, or the snarling echo of nearing thunder.

  She can think of nothing else but the warmth of his breath across her damp, ivory tresses, or the gentle caress of his lips pressed against her cheek, and her laughter rises again in her throat, stifled by a soft “mm” as he murmurs what she had wanted to hear within the delicate fold of her ear. Quietly, with her cheek turned towards him, her own lips – dark and parted– press against the ridge of his jawline, tasting the rainwater that linger there before trailing down to his mouth with a slightly and subtle kiss.

  ”I love it, I do – but I can’t say that I’d like to be turned into glass,” she says softly with a chuckle, reverberating within her chest, shifting her featherlight weight in the thick, compacted sand beneath her. The sky above thunders again, shaking the very ground beneath them, but it is nowhere near as loud or as fierce as her beating heart. ”we should get out of the rain. Maybe together?”

Antonia